We didn't mean to
get off on a depression trip
and the demon of the perverse
how it made me quip
after you get rid of coincidence
and self-fulfilling prophecy
and shake off the road
ecstasy
you find yourself in Burney
Where you headed kid
for a change I know
I got a carved wooden plaque
which the volcano doth show
while my eyes got swimmy
and the roads got turney
I was thankful
to get off for a break
in Burney
what
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